musings on a rainy day
from the first sip of morning coffee to the weeping sinner prostrate at the stern foot of Christ; from banal pub chatter to philosophical discourse; from the sensual gyrations at clubs electric blue with decadence to the perfectly whirling forms of broadway dancers; from the quick sandwich lunch to intricate banquets and social gatherings; from the one-night-stand to the reverential gazes of old lovers at the sunset of their lives. every day is a face-to-face with our finitude; every event a filling of our time, somehow; every second a choice. the human condition is this: that we have this choice. but it is not our choices that measure our humanity: it is coming to terms with the understanding of why we have choice in the first place. and so increasingly i'm coming to feel that humanity - true humanity - is realizing this inescapable, infinite finitude. and living with it. or, you know, just living, generally.